Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
He slid a hand back between my legs, and I moaned as he coated his fingers with me. With his other hand, he gripped his erection and slowly began to pump it. His eyes locked on what he was doing to me. He trailed the tip of his finger up until it was back at my tight, clenched hole.
“No,” I gasped as panic began to stir in place of the pleasure.
“Shh,” he said as he caressed the spot. “I’m just going to play with it. Relax.”
Play with it? I stared up at him, wide-eyed.
His hooded eyes flared with lust. I started to feel more comfortable with this, getting distracted by his face. Then, he pushed in with his finger, and I yelped, tightening up.
“Easy,” he groaned. “Just let me play.” His eyes met mine, and the blue was almost black. “Your ass is as fucking perfect as the rest of you.”
I decided that if touching me there was putting that look on his face, then I could let him.
I nodded and tried not to tense up as he continued to stroke himself while he poked gently at the puckered entrance. When I completely unclenched, his fingertip went in farther, and I let out a strangled moan.
“That’s it,” he panted, his hand moving faster over his erection.
It slid farther in, and I held my breath, waiting for pain but only feeling…well, it felt good.
His mouth went slack as he watched what he was doing.
“Touch your pussy,” he growled.
I reached back and began to work my fingers over my nub as he sank farther in.
“Ah, yeah. Jesus, that’s tight. It’s a virgin ass. Fuuuck.” As he grew closer to his release, his beautiful face was that of a god.
He worked his finger in and out. Rubbing my clit vigorously, I climbed higher, pushing back on his finger.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he snarled. “Bounce that ass on my finger. Fuck, fuck—GAH!” His mouth fell open as thick white shots of his cum hit my thighs, my butt, and my hand between my legs.
“OH GOD!” I cried out, jerking against my hand as I reached another peak.
“Jesus,” he breathed out as his palm covered one of my cheeks.
I was spent. Unable to stay like this any longer, I sank onto the bed as my breathing slowed. What had I just done?
Twenty-Four
Linc
“If you need to talk about it, then Bane will probably listen. He’s more sensitive since his cock is owned and he’s got a kid,” Luther said, leaning back against the wall with a cigar clamped between his teeth.
“There is nothing to talk about,” I snapped, wiping the blood on my knife off on the shirt of the asshole who smelled like he had shit himself as he held a hand over his ear and moaned from the pain of losing half of it.
“No, of course not. You just found out you have a wife and a daughter, and they’re now both living in the house with us. Not one damn thing to talk about. I’m sure you’re handling it fine. I mean, I would be, but then I’d also be back at the house, waiting for the smokeshow you accidentally married to head out to the pool in one of those little bikinis of hers. They’re my favorite part about this.”
I shot him a warning look. “Don’t,” I snarled.
He cackled with laughter. “Yep. Nothing to talk about. You’re fucking peachy.”
Using the knife in my hand, I pointed toward the bedroom of the apartment we were in. “Could you possibly go make yourself useful and help Locke?”
The disgust on his face as he looked around at the filth this man lived in told me that, no, he would not go help Locke. “Do you smell this place? I don’t want to touch anything.” He pushed off the wall, straightening, and took the cigar from his mouth. “Why do you think I lit this up? I’m trying to kill the stench.”
“That’s not going to work. He shit his pants,” I told him and headed over to the bedroom door to see if Locke had found the key yet.
He had taken out three dresser drawers and dumped them on the floor, flipped the mattress and sliced it open. Boxes had been tossed everywhere, and he was currently standing on a chair.
“Any luck?” I asked.
He glanced over at me. “No, but I should have looked here first. He had it hidden behind a poster. Took me a minute to think about the fact that the poster was in an odd location. Ripped it down, and here we are.”
I waited while he stuck the flat head screwdriver under the edge and popped the vent cover off. Reaching up, he pulled out a bag of white powder, then stuck it back. We weren’t here for cocaine. He felt around some more, and then the corner of his mouth curled as he pulled out a single key.